Surfing Lessons

Rating: Bad words, sexual situation rating is changing to T for the moment.

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Chapter ten: Laying lazy

"Well, can't you see that it's just raining? There ain't no need to go outside. But Baby, you hardly even notice when I try to show you; this song is meant to keep you from doing what you're supposed to."

-Jack Johnson, Banana Pancakes

Veronica could hear the light taping of rain drops against glass.

She woke up on the floor, confused as to where she was and why she wasn't in a bed. She, however, was acutely aware of Dick's arm wrapped around her waist; his warm and hard body was stretching the length of hers. For a split second, she panicked. Her heartbeat picked up and she opened her eyes widely; the sun was shining in the unknown room she was in and she had to close them so she wouldn't become completely blind by the light.

It was quite funny how she couldn't remember the place they were in, but almost immediately picked on the fact that it was Dick's warm -Dick's scent- surrounding her.

Calming herself, she sneaked a cautious look at her surroundings, scoping the room. Blue eyes met dusty (and in serious need for a polishing) hardwood floor. Clothes were scattered onto it –her clothes. Dick's clothes too.

'God, please, no. Tell me I didn't sleep with Dick. Tell me it wasn't so awful that even my subconscious doesn't want to remember it in the morning.'

She was pondering over that very wistful prayer when her drowsy mind finally cleared out. Suddenly, she remembered the night before and realized where they where; the lighthouse. She also noticed that although she was naked, and although she was pretty certain that Dick was too, they weren't sharing the same blanket and that none of their normally concealed body parts were actually touching.

"Thank you, God," she muttered in a hushed voice as to not rouse up her sleeping companion.

She turned her head to look at Dick and found him much closer than she would have imagined. She could feel his even breaths on her cheek, and couldn't help but notice how handsome he was when he was asleep. His usual smug grin was gone, replaced by a look of total peace.

Without even realizing it, Veronica lifted his arm a little and rolled toward him, careful not to wake him. She reached up to brush his bangs off his forehead, where they had drooped into his eyes.

Dick woke up as soon as he felt her hand touch his face. Without thinking, he kissed her wrist. She stopped all movement, her startled eyes drawn on his opening ones. His gaze widened as he realized just who's wrist he'd been kissing.

Their eyes connected and Veronica felt a wave of yearning invaded her every nerves. He grinned knowingly. She knew her cheeks had taken a rosy hue and she averted her glance from his, berating with her hazy mind as to why she was feeling that way, and more importantly, why Dick was the cause of said state.

In the past years, he'd never made her feel anything beyond revulsion, bitterness and exasperation. Sure, there wasn't that much annoyance toward him nowadays. Despite the fact that they had forged a newfound friendship, Dick Casablancas had never been the source of that much internal struggle before that very instant.

Epiphany; Dick wasn't just some annoyance anymore, nor was he just any boy she'd befriended with.

"What is it, Ronnie?"

The instant she gazed back up into his light baby blues, Veronica knew she'd been lying to herself from the beginning, or trying to repress the truth.

Everything was supposed to be simple and uncomplicated in his presence, wasn't it?

She gulped and stared at his upper lip.

Not anymore. God she wanted to kiss that lip. Rectification; those lips.

"Kiss me," Veronica whispered. She leaned in and Dick bent his head, closing the gap between them and capturing the offered lips with a feathery touch; an uncertain, yet complying, gesture.

So unDick like, she thought, even though she'd never kissed him before –not like that, anyway.

She responded in kind, impatiently. Seconds later, the careful strokes of his lips became fevered and as needy as hers, urging her in their exploratory. She gasped in his mouth as his wandering hand picked her chin in a tight but arousing grip. Veronica closed her eyes; he trailed kisses from her cheek to her ears, nipping at her smooth skin along the way. He kissed his way across her face, bypassing her lips to the other ear, breathing literally down her neck and raising goose bumps were the air hit her oversensitive skin.

His lips moving over her pulse point and his hands slip over her ribs as he somehow succeeded at making his way between layers of entangled blankets. But, hey, she was making out with Dick Casablancas, the renowned man-whore himself; nothing could come between that man and sex. Veronica's breath hitched in her throat and all thoughts flew from her mind.

Her hands followed his lead with their own volition. She pressed her palm against his hard pectorals, sighing in appreciation as she felt the warm, hard and tight muscles. His groan of pleasure aroused her desire for him even more.

He dropped his lips to one rosy nipple that had peeked out from under the blanket during their ministrations; she moaned throatily as he engulfed it fully in his mouth.

Something snapped in Veronica; some may called it logic, others self-control; whatever it was called didn't matter, what matter was that it went overboard with one lick of Dick's skilful tongue. She clutched one leg around Dick's narrow waist. She needed to feel him against her even if it there was itching blanket materials in between.

She writhed under him, clutching his body closer, her legs binding him to her. It was Dick's turn to moan loudly at the friction; his head fell onto her collarbone.

"I want you," he rasped against her throat, grabbing her jaw once more and rubbing his rough thumb over her skin. It was incredibly erotic. It was no wonder now why girls were falling over him even thought he was a total jerk and a complete moron most of the times.

She grabbed a handful of unruly blond hair; that draw a muffled grunt from him.

She smiled cockily; he bit teasingly the underside of one breast as revenge.

She gasped and her eyes opened, meeting the ceiling. 'What was she doing? What were they doing?' Willing her mind and body to come back to earth, Veronica tried to push him away from her.

"What are we doing?" She wondered out loud in her moment of clarity.

He chuckled.

"You need an instruction manual, now?" And before she knew it, he was nibbling at her skin again. Her hands were at his chest and her next thought was to push him away. This was Dick. He was Logan's best friend.

Logan.

What has she been thinking, kissing Logan's best friend?

Her heart was racing a mile a minute and she breathing was an issue at the moment. Dick's lips caressed her ribcage and trailed downward; her eyes suddenly threatened to roll back in her head. She had to regain her composure, to take control of this situation.

And she was not going to let Dick seduce her that easily.

'Liar,' a voice mocked in her head.

She gritted her teeth. No, she wouldn't let him.

"Stop," she pulled at his shoulders so he wouldn't get lower than he already was. His hand found her hip and she sucked in air as the touch send thousands of little sparks up her spine. She pulled again; "Stop it, Dick."

His head raised and she met his frown of confusion. She saw his lips began to form a question, a question she would gladly avoid right about now. A god up there answered to her silent plea as they were startled as a tierce voice spoke up for the other side of the small room.

"Please, don't stop on my account."

The embracing couple –or friends, or whatever it was that they were- stilled. Their surprised eyes flew in the direction of the intruder.

A man dressed in worn blue jeans and in a plaid blue shirt was leaning against the wall, arms smugly crossed over his chest. Veronica took a sharp intake of breath and scrambled away from the man's glance, digging further under Dick's form. Fortunately for her, Dick's thoughts must have been the same as hers as he moved to hide her body from the undesired sight.

Still glaring at the man, he grabbed the blanket in a tight grip and placed it over her naked breasts. She was immensely grateful of his actions as she ducked her head, her cheeks now of a deep red color. She hugged the blanket firmly around her.

"Who're you?" Dick asked rudely, irritated at the interruption. Veronica put a hand to his shoulder so he wouldn't bold and knocked the man out cold. She felt his muscles tightened under her grasp. She sat up next to Dick and he threw her a hasty glance -his eyes sweeping swiftly over her covered form- she felt him relaxed slightly. They turned back to the man.

Now that all of her brain functions had returned to her, she studied the guy in more details. He was in his mid-forties and his graying brown hair was concealed under a Dodgers baseball cap. He was tall and slim, but not overly so.

"I'm the lighthouse keeper. Now, care to say who you kids are?"

Dick opened up his mouth rapidly, surely to shut the man daring to call them kids. Veronica answered before him. "We had car troubles yesterday and it started raining. We saw the lighthouse and thought it would be warm in here."

The man nodded, his gaze leering over her once again. Although she was safely tucked in the itching material of the fire blanket now, Veronica never felt more naked and exposed in her entire life before.

"I saw your car down the road. It was hard to miss, with its flashy yellow color. Anyway, what's the problem?"

"Dead battery," deadpanned Dick.

Once again, the man nodded. "Alright, I'll help you with it. I'll wait outside so you two lovebirds can dress up."

With that being said, he left, but not without a last flittering look toward Veronica; she cringed.

When they were left alone, Dick stood up, not caring about his naked state. He roughly grabbed his boxers and jeans, and started dressing up without sparing her a glance.

"It's because of him, isn't it?"

Yes.

"Who?" She said instead, playing dumb.

"Logan!" He exclaimed finally turning his glare to her, pining her on her spot on the floor. He sighed angrily, coursing a hand through his hair. "You think it's easy for me? Logan is like a brother to me. I don't really like doing," he stopped his ranting an instant, his left hand battling the hair in her direction, "this," he continued for lack of better word, "behind his back. But I want to so much."

He finished, panting furiously.

She felt at a lost for words. She averted her glance from him, finding it hard to hold his narrowed eyes. She fixed a point on the floor and bit her cheeks. After an eternity in which he'd gotten tired of waiting for a reply and had resumed putting his clothes on, she mumbled.

"What?" He asked, not having heard her low spoken words.

"I said I want this too." She met his gaze. "But – but…"

Dick stood immobile before her, waiting. She did not finish her sentence; she didn't know how to end it. But, but what? But I still love Logan? But you and I aren't meant to be? But you're Dick and I'm Veronica? But what?

"You're so damn complicated, Veronica," he spat, annoyed and angry, but also with a hint of desperateness in the voice. "Can't you just be honest and say what's on your mind, already?"

"I can't," she said, not because she didn't want to, but because she didn't know what was actually on her mind. She needed time to think. She didn't want Logan to be mad at her and she certainly didn't want to break Dick and Logan up. She was put in a difficult position; being friend with Dick never felt that complicated before.

"Fuck that, Ronnie! I'm Dick fucking Casablancas, renewed jerk with the I-don't-give-a-shit attitude. What I'm saying is; when I don't give a shit well I don't. I don't hang around people I don't give a shit about. I don't kiss them either!"

Harsh words, blunt truth; It was his way of saying he cared about her. Not exactly the sweetest words she'd heard, quite the opposite actually, but their real signification wasn't lost on her.

He put one kneel on the floor, next to her hand, staring intently at her with the most serious face she'd ever seen on him. "Now, I know you're not the kind of girl that goes kissing anybody and sleeping around, so will you just tell me what the fuck is on your mind, Veronica?"

"I don't know, ok?!" She spat, annoyed that he had a valid point. "I need time to think."

He stood back up and took a few steps backwards.

She closed her eyes and breathed in, trying to see better in all that mess they'd gotten into. She startled when she heard hard and angry footsteps make their way downstairs. Dick and drama didn't fit well together, that she knew. She sighed. Goddamn Logan; even out of her life he had the ability to ruin it.

Perplexed as to what to do next, Veronica swept her glance around the bright lit room. She fought the tears menacing to fall.

Dressing up was a good plan, she decided.

So she stood up, and tried to find all of her scattered clothes, not very succeeding. Damn Dick, he must have stolen her underwear sometime when she wasn't looking.

Pervert, she thought, with less irritation that such a crime would normally arose in her.

She put on her jeans skirt with a little difficulty as the material was still humid from last night rain. When she finally dressed completely, she finger combed her hair; everything to stall time from going near Dick too soon.

Eventually, she concluded that she didn't have anything more to do except wandering in the round room. So she headed downstairs, determined in facing Dick with as much control over her emotions as she could manage.

Veronica walked out of the lighthouse and noticed that the rain had finally stopped. She took in the landscape before her; the vastness of the ocean, the restlessness of its dark water and the cloudy sky above it. The wind was blowing in her hair and her tongue tasted the salty flavor of the air. She breathed in.

She turned and studied Dick from a distance; he was speaking with the lighthouse keeper, exchanging nods and a hand shake. The older man left in his truck.

Was he still angry?

She walked her way over to the tall surfer. When he caught look of her, he turned his back on her and entered the car.

Yeah, definitely angry.

To be continued...

A.N: I still hope you like it so far. And also, I PROMISE;next chapter is the one some of you have been waiting for!